●Draíochta Academy●

   (Phil's P.O.V)

 I wonder what the point of life is if we're just gonna die someday? These are the thoughts that plague my thoughts on a day to day basis. Yeah, life is sad. I wonder what it's like to die. I wonder why mental illnesses are a thing? Why are sicknesses a thing?

I was whisked out of my thoughts when someone pushes me into the lockers and walked away. Great, thanks, asshole. This is usually how I get late to class, some ass has to beat me up. This isn't the worst of what happens.

I sighed and walked to my class, holding my arm because it just got slammed into a metal locker. I mean, who wouldn't be hurt by that?

This kind of stuff has been going on for years, my parents and the schools never doing anything. 6th grade is hell so far. I know this year is gonna be terrible.

I walked into my class, hoping I could just sneak in so no one looked at me. I freak out when too many people look at me, it's scary. They're looking at you, judging you for being late to your first class. Plus, in this one, you have to do 20 push-ups if you are late. The teacher was scary, too. He's a huge guy, in weight that is. If he sat on you, you would suffocate. He was also intimidating. He was taller than a lot of us small middle schoolers. He was raised to believe that everything he disagrees with is wrong.

  I only know this classroom and teacher well because I was in robotics in elementary and my parents would drive me and James there. It was for kids, all we did was joke around and throw things. Let me tell you, I despise this teacher. He is evil, I swear!

I walked into the classroom with several computers on desks. There was a bookshelf separating the two rooms between where the robotics kids worked and where the normal kids were. The walls were a weird peach colour. Kind of ugly seeing as it didn't match the green it was paired with in stripes near the ceiling.

I sat down in my chair next to three other kids I sat next to and looked at the teacher who was standing in the front of the room. No one noticed, thankfully. Good thing about being invisible is no one notices y-

"Phillip, why are you late?"

Never mind.

I looked up at the intimidating teacher as I heard him speak and tried to think of an answer. I couldn't tell him I was waiting for a babysitter because I have to raise a family of three alone because my parents left me!

"U-Uhh. . .I woke u-up late," I stuttered out. I could feel everyone's eyes on me as the walls felt like they were expanding to make a bigger area. Big areas are terrifying.

"Tell your parents to wake you up on time, Phil," He said, glaring at me. This teacher hates me.

But the comment was what hurt the most. It's like he knew they left like he could tell what was going on by just looking at someone.

The class started as everyone started to work on their assignments of editing a crappy video of pictures and information or stories. The class dragged on as what felt like forever. When the class finally ended and everyone ran out the door. Now, I have a habit of roaming the halls of this small school before class starts. So that's exactly what I did. I looked at the students passing by as I walked up and down the narrow hallways. I've had this habit ever since 3rd grade, seeing as that's how I would avoid bullies, and I guess it stuck.

I wasn't paying attention when I ran into someone. Thinking it was another one of the assholes who push me into things, I didn't look up, afraid to see their faces. All of them were scary intimidating. Well, everyone is to me. I'm only 4' 11" and not the manliest man, seeing as I'm only in 6th grade.

"Watch where you're going," I heard someone say. They sounded almost. . . sympathetic? So, I looked up. Why not?

He had light orange hair and light brown eyes and looked about my age.  Absolutely stunning.

"U-Uhm s-s-orry," I said quietly, he was absolutely stunning. Just then I noticed he was holding his hand out to help me up. Cute boy trying to help me up, what could go wrong? Everything, I could feel it. Maybe I'm wrong? Nope.

I grabbed his hand and he helped me up. I stood there awkwardly for about two seconds before he started talking.

"Hello, do you know a. . " He looked down at his hand and tried to read the name. He looked like he was having a lot of trouble. It was actually kind of funny, he looked like the smart type let he couldn't even need a name correctly.

"Phillip. . . Kapuscinski?" He asked, pronouncing it wrong. I laughed a bit and he looked at me with a confused but angry look.

"What's funny?" He asked, looking at me confused. All anger had seemed to disappear.

"You pronounced my last name w-wrong," I said awkwardly looking back down at the floor. I swear, I've looked at this floor more than the ceiling at my house. Which I look at a lot.

"Oh, so you're that guy?" The stranger asked, sounding even more confused. I have to admit, this was a hilarious situation.

I just nodded while looking at the ground. Ya know, I never noticed the floor had these weird designs on the white and blue tile.

He cleared his throat before speaking.

"Hello, I am here to formally invite you to  Draíochta Academy, for the magical, Blah blah blah something about uniforms. If you say yes to our invitation, you will be taken to this school and away from your boring life," 

"I'll go!"

What have I gotten myself into?

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( Welp, that took a while to write, and it's kinda shitty too!.)